To many love is a feeling
A strange warmth that cuddles the heart
To others love is a unity
For which each member is a part
To some love is an emotion
Expressed daily in all we do
To few love is but only a game
That is not often played by two
To me love is a time a place and a reason to live
A special strength to keep giving
When there is no more left to give
Yes love is a treasure
Worth more than silver and gold
Love is a dream turned reality
That keeps you warm when life turns so cold
Love is a firm hand to point direction
When the whole world just seems so lost
We but only need to remember
Love never died upon that cross
They say that love is the most used, abused, overused, and misused word in the English language. But for all our experiences and studies about love, it all boils down to one thing, it remains boundless by words. I like your concept of love. And I like your poem.
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(What Is Love? - Poem by DENNIS TAYLOR.) A clear and focused definition of love; I couldn't have said it better. Uniquely composed. Read several times, and loved it. Thanks.